Hou Jue nodded, "Sooner or later, I will be able to practice like that."

"You look forward to it? How hard it is."

"I'm not a technical soldier. If I don't practice well, what will I practice?"

Fang Heng thought about it too, and nodded.

The next group played was a contest between the veterans. Everyone was evenly matched, and they held each other in check for a long time. The red cloth strips in the middle moved back and forth but never crossed the victory line. It was a fight for every inch of land.

But in the end there is always a winner or loser. With a sharp whistle, this game is over, the losers are dejected, and the winners scream.

After comparing two groups in this way, they finally arrived at the team that Fang Heng was looking forward to, the organ team.

The agency includes company commanders, instructors, and many officers. Eleven people have been carefully selected, and the company commander must be one of them.

Fang Heng felt a little uncomfortable when he saw that the company commander who stood up took the initiative to give up the first place. Anyone who has studied tug-of-war knows that the first must be the most powerful person, and the last must be strong or fat The one who can stand the bottom line, but the company commander actually gave up the first place to Lei Lian.

Lei Lian was taller than the company commander, and looked stronger. In his memory, the empress had praised Lei Lian's physical abilities, but Fang Heng was still unhappy, like a fanatical fan. I don't know the real company commander, and I hope that the company commander I see will always be the first.

There is still a while before the official start of the game, and the people in the agency team are still studying strategies. Fang Heng pricked up his ears and listened to the corner...

"Why don't you be in the front?" Lei Gang shook the rope, turned his head to look at Jizhu Karma, "You just joined the company, so you should maintain better skills than me."

Jizhu Karma smiled, "You think I'm willing to let you? It's not like we haven't fought before, how much have you regressed? Besides, tug-of-war is purely about strength, so there is no need to be so particular about it."

Lei Gang smiled slightly, "Then I'm not polite?" As he said that, he wrapped his hands around the rope and got ready.

"You're welcome."

Lei Gang glanced back and smiled.

When the whistle sounded, both sides of the game took their positions.

Before it even started, there was a slight effort, the rope as thick as an arm was taut, and the red rope in the middle trembled and wobbled.

Everyone fell back on their upper half, separated their feet, and pushed their backs hard. They waited for the start slogan to sound, and then sat down on their buttocks.

"Beep-"

Game start.

"Come on! Come on!! Come on, the organ team!!"

"Five consecutive heroes! Five consecutive males!!"

"One two, three! One two, three! One two, three!"

The cheerleaders yelled.

There are also some fanatical fans who shouted and cheered individually, such as Fang Heng, "Company Commander, come on!! Company Commander, come on!!!"

The game entered into a tug-of-war from the very beginning, the red line was almost motionless at the starting point, and then drifted towards the organ team little by little.

Fang Heng could clearly see the bulge of the elbow muscles under Leilian's bronze-colored skin, and he could even see the steel-like muscle texture, which made all the men envious.

Zhuma Lian gritted his teeth tightly, and three lines appeared on the side of his face. His muscles, which were not weaker than Leilian, also swelled up. Even the loose sleeves on his arms could not stop the smoothness and tightness of being stretched.

Then the 'Treasure of Zhenshan' whose buttocks were almost sitting on the ground at the end, howled suddenly.

At this time, the slogan of "one, two, three" just reached "three", and all the members of the agency team made a big effort as if it had been discussed. Everyone blushed, and some even yelled loudly. The side of constant expectation drifted past.

"That's it! Keep it like this! Come on, come on!! Company commander, come on!!" Fang Heng was shot full of chicken blood, and his voice was high-pitched and even broke.

Yang Yi, who was shouting for cheer, twitched the end of his eyes, and looked at Fang Heng, who was shouting and jumping like a monkey, as if he wanted to run up to help.

Looking away, Yang Yi restrained his mind for a while, and then shouted.

The movement of the red rope has been very steady. Although it was slow, it still drifted in one direction. After halfway through, the people of Wulian seemed to be a little powerless, and they were finally pulled away completely.

"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! !

The members of the agency team smiled and waved their hands in thanks.

Jizhu Karma let go of the rope and patted Lei Gang's arm, stretched his neck, and said with a smile, "We are still growing old and strong."

Before Lei Gang could reply, he was interrupted by a tender voice.

"The company commander is so good! Awesome! Not old!!" Fang Heng stood four or five meters away and howled.

Both of them were stunned, and Jizhu Karma smiled when he realized it, and explained to Lei Gang, "This kid has good ears and a dry temper. I told you, remember?"

Lei Gang nodded, stared at Fang Heng's face for two seconds, and said with a smile, "It's a bit of a shadow, but it looks similar."

"Appearance is deceiving." Saying so, Jizhu Karma Fang Heng nodded, and walked out of the court with Lei Gang.

Fang Heng listened intermittently, without beginning or end, and finally went to Hou Jue to continue bragging.

At this moment, Yang Yi stepped on the rope and walked over, looking at Fang Heng with a smile, "I didn't expect you to be a fanatic."

"?" Fang Heng was stunned for a moment, then grinned, "What's fanaticism? I'm a crazy fan, extreme, envious and jealous? You never have a chance."

"What a pity." Yang Yi sighed, and then stood aside, "You really like the company commander so much?"

"En." Fang Heng nodded calmly.

"Tsk, I should have known that I used repressive methods in the first place, so you kid is doing this."

Fang Heng made up his mind about Yang Yi's ferocious appearance when he led the training. In fact, it's not much worse, but... "It's a personality problem, you can't learn it."

"Do you know the character of the company commander? What is my character?"

"It's not necessary." Fang Heng said simply, there's really no need, Yang Yi's ingredients are not enough, and there is no way to compare.

"moron!"

"How?"

Yang Yi saw the boy's eyes widened and his chin raised slightly, so he raised his hand to hold his head and rubbed it, "Come on, maybe you can really stay."

Fang Heng and Hou Jue looked at him in surprise.

Yang Yi's complexion changed slightly, and he smiled embarrassingly, "Of course, if you don't work hard, you can't do it, the results speak for themselves."

After finishing the previous sentence, Yang Yi regretted it a bit. The battalion arranged for him to serve as the third platoon leader of the recruit company and the acting deputy company, but he needed to think more about his company. Those who have the priority to choose, the new company commander Zhuma has taken office, not only the company commander also wants to achieve good results in training this year, he also hopes, but if this kid really joins the company, he will feel a little uneasy, he has a lot of criminal records...

While speaking, the next pair of teams had already entered the field, and the noise on the field reappeared. Yang Yi saw that it was the team from Seventh Company, and rushed over to cheer.

Fang Heng and Hou Jue were not familiar with these people, so they waited and watched silently, talking for a while, their eyes fell on Yang Yi's figure.

"Did you hear that?" Hou Jue said, "Scores speak for themselves."

"Um……"

"Actually..." Hou Jue muttered, "The platoon leader is very nice."

"Um……"

Yang Yi gave these recruits the impression that he was indeed a good platoon leader. Apart from training, he was like a caring big brother on weekdays. Not to mention Fang Heng's concern after his ear injury, in fact, Hou Jue was also taken care of by Yang Yi.

Hou Jue is a stronger person. Although he is not as ostentatious as Wei Yayang, he is also very purposeful, impetuous and impatient. He will always show anxiety unconsciously when his grades are not good or he cannot make progress for a long time. Yang Yi Because of this matter, I have talked to him often, smoothed out his entangled thoughts, and corrected him gently like dripping water, which made Hou Jue become more and more calm without knowing it.

Of course, now it seems that Yang Yi is not only a good platoon leader, but also a friendly brother. Everyone has a bright smile on him, and his attitude is friendly and eager. I have to say that some people are naturally better at being human.

In the end, they won the seventh consecutive victory. Amidst the cheers, Yang Yi rushed to hug people, one by one, forming a tight circle.

The first round ended after 10 minutes. Fang Heng patiently waited for the agency team to play again. From a distance, he saw the company commander and the others sitting on chairs bragging and chatting. With a smile and a soft expression on his face, Fang Heng asked, "The company commander and Lei Lian have a really good relationship."

"Hmm." Hou Jue responded a little too late, "What's the matter?"

"No, I just think you should stay."

Hou Jue laughed, hearing the loneliness in Fang Heng's tone, put his hand on his shoulder, and comforted him, "Okay, you can't go."

"?" Fang Heng looked at him inexplicably.

Hou Jue accidentally slipped his tongue, hesitated for a moment, and said simply, "Uncle Fang told me about the combat troops, I think...you might really stay."

"What? Combat troops? Here? When did I tell you?" Fang Heng asked a series of questions in surprise.

"I didn't say anything specifically. Anyway, what I read seems to have that meaning. You know, speaking of it, Uncle Fang is also someone who has something to do with it. Since he wants to train you, he won't let you hang around in the idle department."

Fang Heng raised his eyebrows, and contacted himself with the backstage for the first time. According to him, Yue Zitong is someone who is related. His father has only been in the army for a few years, and now he is not just a policeman?

Hou Jue said, "Anyway, you don't care what I said, it's just a guess. Didn't you say you want to have a good talk with the platoon leader? Have you talked?"

Fang Heng shook his head and glanced at Yang Yi, who was still wandering in the veteran circle, "Wait a little later, we can't ask now."

"Yeah." Hou Jue nodded, "I remember it myself, and I will remember it to remind you."

"Tsk, don't worry, I don't care about my own affairs, what else do you ask for?"

Hou Jue laughed, and suddenly felt an unexplainable feeling in his heart. He always felt that this kid was different, and he listened a little bit when he spoke.

After the competition in front of us, it finally came to the agency team again. Fang Heng cheered again, but unfortunately the situation is stronger than the people. The three company commanders alone are definitely not enough. There are too many civilian cadres, even if they are already picking and choosing. Those who came out were still no match for those soldiers who practiced every day.

When Fang Heng saw that the red rope was going to Silian, Fang Heng retreated suddenly, and wanted to get out of the way, but Hou Jue insisted on holding him back, saying that he should at least see the end, Fang Heng could only nod.

In the end, the people from the fourth company won the championship. Lei Lian's reputation for training soldiers is well-deserved. Dutiful sons are produced under the stick, and good soldiers are produced under strong training. It is indeed bitter when people are under pressure, but once they taste the victory, they will eat Knowing the taste, giving and rewarding are still equal most of the time, and today's Silian has been tempered with such a thinking mode.

After a whole morning of commotion and a rest in the afternoon, the meal on the first day of the new year was very rich. For lunch, there were sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried liver and waist, and the pig was almost finished.

Jizhu Karma announced something during the meal. In the evening, there will be a sympathy performance on the playground outside the office building. Let them go there with small benches at around 8 o'clock. There will be a large-scale cultural performance in the regiment tomorrow night, because the troops must There are left-behind personnel, and only 20% of them can be active. The specific list will be handed in by the platoon leaders before dinner. As for the comrades of the recruit company, they can all go to experience the cultural life of the army.

Fang Heng only had one feeling after listening to it. The New Year in the army is really lively. Even if you can't go home, it is still full of New Year's flavor.

In the afternoon, Fang Heng accidentally expressed this feeling in front of Yang Yi. Yang Yi laughed and said, "This is just a military performance. In the next few days, the local government or ordinary people will come to perform spontaneously. At that time, Don’t you have to be so moved to say that our feeling of being a soldier is bullshit?”

A veteran beside him nodded in agreement.

For some reason, some memories of the Spring Festival Gala suddenly flashed in Fang Heng's head at that time...

A certain frontier defense force of the People's Liberation Army sent a congratulatory message to wish the people of the whole country a happy New Year.

A certain unit of the People's Liberation Army sent a congratulatory message...

A certain garrison of the People's Liberation Army sent a congratulatory message...

Those congratulatory messages have now become a real picture, the soldiers who are still on duty on the remote and barren border, the officers who are on standby on the snowy plateau, the soldiers guarding the isolated island overlooking the sea level, and these recruits who have just entered the barracks and are homesick. Eggs...

It turned out that they were all real people.

In the evening, Fang Heng took a small bench and stood in the queue, led by Yang Yi, and went to the venue neatly.

Unexpectedly, the venue was very simple, so simple that there was only a set of stereos and a banner. Artists were singing and dancing on the concrete floor. They sat on small benches and clapped their hands. The lieutenant colonel sang five military songs to them in a performance costume exclusive to the art soldiers.

That night, the sky was on the ground, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse. In this barracks far away from the downtown area, there was no gorgeous stage, no colorful lights, so simple that Fang Heng's eyes were sore when stimulated by these high-pitched songs, but his heart was warm Such as Xuyang.

When going back after the game, Yue Zitong appeared in the team without knowing when, Fang Heng posted it to ask him where he was, Yue Zitong smiled and said in a low voice, "Go to the regiment."

This is a privilege! !Fang Heng hit him hard on the back of the head with envy and hatred, "I don't bring any good things with me!!"

Yue Zitong smiled wryly, "What good things can I have? I just went there to find training, did you see?" Yue Zitong touched his hair, "Tens of thousands of hairs have been worn off."

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